I'm speechless for this month's update. Sorry, it's probably the most frequent update of the month.

In my speech at the end of January, I thought I was finally liberated from heavy work, but because the Spring Festival was approaching, my mind was impetuous, and as a result, the renewal of the previous routine became chaotic.

It wasn't until the Spring Festival that the change was finally broken, and my frustration, regret, and guilt that day were beyond words. Although he kept convincing himself in his heart, he finally broke his promise and broke his promise.

When I returned to Shanghai, I thought that the work after the Spring Festival would allow me to take a breath and resume the update, but it turned out that I was hopelessly hopeless after losing the continuous writing state.

Moreover, I brought those thoughts in my life other than writing to my writing, and after continuous updates, some of the thoughts of fun in my mind began to appear restlessly. It's like the dregs of past life, stirred by the waves in my heart, and floating up again.

I was on the night shift on Saturday.,As a result, I squeezed time on the way to update a chapter.,I thought I could write it last night.,As a result, I woke up at night.,Entangled in the question of whether to play a game.,Although I finally suppressed my mind.,But the writing is completely out of state.,So I habitually broke off again.。

I simply took a leave of absence today, and took a day off at home, but I didn't want to write a word, and I wanted to play games with the computer while lying in bed in the afternoon, and maybe I should have suffered retribution. I don't regret that the computer broke down, and it just happened to break my mind to play games, but it didn't affect my use of my own Mac codeword, and I even felt lucky.

However, there is always some nest fire, resentment in my heart for my own indulgence and willfulness, and I go out for a walk, and my heart is full of disappointment and frustration.

When I came back at night, I thought that I had finally calmed down and could start to concentrate on coding, but there was a problem with the router at home, which made me uneasy, so I got out of bed and went to repair the router. It's a pity that the router didn't adjust the time to see that it was already half past eleven, and my feet were cold and my heart was completely cold.

I'm so angry!

Think about this month, twenty-nine days, I only updated twenty-two chapters, a total of a week, a quarter of the time I don't know what I'm doing. Maybe I should have many reasons to say that I was really tired when I worked overtime, but when I think about the hard work in January, all the reasons are just excuses.

Actually, as I said earlier, I brought my mind beyond writing to my writing, and I turned this territory of my heart into ruins, and my current disappointment and frustration are just self-inflicted.

I was able to persist in changing for two months, and then I was immediately poured cold water on reality, and those small prides in my heart before are ridiculous now. Every day of renewal is like a new life, a journey of starting anew, and I did underestimate writing, and now I am mocked by my own writing.

I don't want to explain anything more about my February update, so I have to silently write down the lessons of this time, and then keep alert to myself.

And today I want to talk more about the story itself, the next development of the book Heart of the Universe.

In fact, by this time, there have been more than 200 chapters, nearly 700,000 words, and the first third of the book has basically been completed. I knew what I wanted to write, and I knew even more about what I had written, but I didn't dare to think about it because I was afraid that I would be hit and give up.

If there are really book friends who are paying attention to this book, I can actually understand the next direction when I see this, I have already woven the details of this part on New Year's Day this year, but at that time I was very hesitant whether I should write it like this, although this is a must for this story, and it is a key node that I have determined before I start to really write, but I am still a little hesitant to put my own characters to death.

All the details I have woven so far, although I know that some of them are still very abrupt and crude, but they all have an ultimate purpose, that is, to weave a big net step by step, so that my first heroine will die without a place to be buried, I am currently dragging the current plot and refusing to move forward, I just don't want to get there too quickly, I have determined the details of that scene to every minute and every second, but I always dare not write.

Not only from the reader's point of view, but also from the perspective of me as a writer, this scene is the most critical undertaking of this book, I don't know if I have the ability to write it in its entirety, so that my story can really have a solid waist, can let me go to the first six or seven hundred thousand words of foreshadowing will not be wasted, so that the scene of nearly a million words behind me will not be inexplicable.

As an author, I'm obscure and almost unnoticed, but I'm also a little less stressed, and I can write like this without readers reading my books anyway, and think more about the plot itself. But as a novice author, I was so stumbling in front of the first of the "three mountains" in this book that I was afraid that I would fall to my death halfway through the climb.

However, now I really want to open it, and now I am from the inside out, from the update to the plot, from the beginning to the present, there is really nothing worth holding onto. It's better to write it down like this, I admit it to all the extent I write, this is always the story in my own heart, I should be responsible for everything in this story, if it's really a story of failure, then I just accept it.

At least until now, it's deserted, can't I just admit it? So, it doesn't matter.

Okay, I've written it here, if you read this, you should also understand, what is the plot I am next, I will carefully weave the rhythm of the next plot, so that Su Ruyu will step by step into that inevitable death, although this is a must for Lu An, because this story can neither "the prince and the princess live happily together", nor are the two of them the prince and princess, and I really can't accept the situation of "forgetting each other in the rivers and lakes", Lu An will not have a place for this heroine in the future plot, So I had to brutally let her die.

Of course, in my heart, she is not dead.

I don't know if I've mentioned it in my previous testimonials, and I'm too lazy to go through it, so I'll just say it again. As a summary of all the inspiration material that I have conceived since junior high school, this book is actually the last story I have come up with, and it was not until two or three years ago that I started to write this novel, and the Heart of the Universe is the outline of the "Past Lives" series that I have conceived, and it is the outline of all the subsequent novels, and it is a novel that serves as the outline of the novel series.

In other words, in the past life series, there must actually be a bus, and this bus will be all crammed into this novel.

So, looking back, in fact, she didn't die at all, not so much death as a new life, of course, in other novels.

As for the reasons for all this, I will explain them one by one in the last novel in the series that I have conceived. This novel, in fact, is a synopsis of digging holes everywhere, and then filling in the holes in other novels, if I can stick to the last novel in the future, everyone will actually understand that these holes are actually dug for those stories.

However, that's a very distant future, and at present, I just want to finish this novel, write this plot first, and then finish this novel, and then be able to sit down quietly, go back and dress up this novel, so that this debut novel can really go out and meet people.

After the end of a messy February, I hope that my March will be a March when spring comes, a March that will sow countless hopes.